Subsitute Wife Novels & Stories

“This is done now. You were just a substitute. But no more. Do I make myself clear?” She locked eyes with mine, and I saw the fire in them. She didn’t like being called a ‘substitute’, but she knew better than to argue with me right now. I had the power to kick her out, so if she wanted to stay, she better just shut up and do as I said. “Do I make myself clear?” I repeated, still glaring. “Crystal clear,” she replied, her voice haughty. “No more substitutes. Not for you.” She locked her eyes on mine, a smirk on her face. “But I’ll continue to be Oliver’s substitute. Poor boy needs a mother, don’t you think?”

"Did Bunny Bunny apologize? Are you friends again? When is your wedding?" "Rihanna!" Jewels shouted scoldingly. "Don't be too fast. No one is getting married," "Yet, no one is getting married y… Hey, did you know that the other name for husband and wife is spouse?" I blinked the shock away completely and smiled. "It works both ways, for men and women. Can you spell spouse? S-P-O-U-S-E. Repeat after me—" "Hey, show me your assignment and teach me how to do it," I interjected, hoping to at least help him with his schoolwork and distract myself. Maybe I didn't hear him correctly. He did not say that.

"Why? You don't want us to be friends?" "I don’t want to!" My forehead creased. "But why?!" I ask him a bit confuse. "Your my wife Mara. I don't want to be friends with you. I want more than that!" I suddenly felt my heart beat faster. "But we've tried that before. And look where it lead us." "Mara... wife..." he pleaded. I disagree. "No Maru. I don't want to go back to that process again. Now there is no other value in my life but Baby Tanya. "

I stand at his left shoulder and look at the room, two hundred faces pointed at us like something aimed, and I breathe. He reads the prepared text. He doesn't rush it and he doesn't flatten it. Felicity Hartley's decision to leave before the wedding. Iris Hartley stepped in as a substitute under family pressure and circumstances that were, he says clearly, not straightforward. He doesn't use the word fraud, which is intentional. He uses wrong words. "It was wrong," he says. "We know that. And I take responsibility for allowing it to proceed."

On the way back, Stacy got into a car accident and died on the spot. Wendy chose to live as her, because she could not bear to let Eric, Stacy’s husband, live alone. No outsider could tell she was impersonating Stacy. However, I was her husband. We lived together for years. How could I not recognize my own wife? I demanded to know why she did this. I wanted to know why she abandoned our son and me. Wendy showed no emotion and pushed me away coldly. “I know you miss my sister, but you cannot mistake me for her just because you miss her too much.”

"What?! Are you insane? Why would that woman live with us in one house? Do you want to humiliate me?" He responded with total indifference, his words stinging like a whip: "Don’t overreact. Remember well that I am just a substitute husband in a temporary contract on paper, not a real marriage built on love. Irish has lived in my house for years; this is a natural situation and it won't change now for your sake."

The woman beside him nestled shyly in his arms, only occasionally peeking out with one eye. She spoke in a coquettish tone, "Mr. Greenwood, am I not enough for you? Just let her go, okay? Or else I’ll get jealous." I suppressed the nausea rising in my chest. "Alex, I’ve already fulfilled our agreement. You have your replacement now—why won’t you let me go?" Alex laughed with arrogance. "Irene, after staying in the Greenwood family for so long, do you still not understand my nature? Anything I’ve used, even if I grow tired of it, I would never let it leave."

As if I were supposed to sit on the sidelines while he tried something new, then welcome him back when he was done. “Three months?” I repeated in disbelief. “What do you think I am? A substitute player you can call in when your star gets injured? Do you think my heart is a hotel you can check out of and back into whenever you like?” “It’s just a technical matter, Cas,” he replied lightly. “Vivian wants a status, so I’ll give it to her for now. Once my curiosity about her is satisfied, I’ll kick her out and come back to you. You’re the best wife when it comes to running a household—I know that. I just need some variety.”

The room erupted in laughter, a shared moment of joy and camaraderie among the staff. Ariana's smile widened upon hearing Mateo refer to her as his wife. It was a delightful surprise, surpassing her expectations of being called his girlfriend. The weight of the term 'wife' carried a deeper significance, making her feel cherished and loved. Her heart fluttered with joy and contentment as she looked at Mateo, her eyes shimmering with affection.

Perhaps a more immediate solution? Don Andrzej raised an eyebrow, a silent invitation to continue. "Marriage is a complicated affair. Are there no alternatives?" I questioned, a hint of frustration seeping into my voice. Don Andrzej's gaze softened, a flicker of understanding replacing the icy glint. "A wife," he said, his voice softer now, "is not just a womb, Alexei. She is a partner, a confidante, a rock in the storm. She can be your anchor, your shield, the mother of your children and the queen beside your throne."